You never got to see the sun,
The moon, or a shooting star.
You never combed a dolly's hair,
Or raced a toy car.
You never saw snowflakes,
Or a flock of geese in flight.
You never jumped in a pile of leaves,
Or caught lightning bugs at night.
You never got the chance to laugh,
Or the chance to cry.
Because someone made the choice,
That said you had to die.

"Never complain about growing old because so many never get the chance."
--Unknown
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